One day when I was 10 years old. I was in dance special lesson in summer. These are hard schedule for accept SHIKI audition. The curriculum are made of jazz dancing, ballet and singing in all day summer vacation but I started dance 3 month before this. I do all things with effort and passion.
The doctor said that my voice went out because I spend too much time practicing and eventually my throat got sore. The doctor also said that It's only going to take a few days. I was not ready for this because I had the most important audition of my life. The next day I went to school and told my friends about my situation. My friends included Lucas,Alex, and Maya.
30 minutes later, the cycle just keeps repeating itself. For an insomniac, this goes on day after day and month after month. You feel as though you can not escape the mounting stress and anxiety you face throughout the day. Some days are much harder than others, for me it was the worst during deadlines like budget meetings and progress reports, but after the meeting is over, my insomnia just kicks in. Some nights, I was exhausted by as early as 8 pm.
My dives seemed sloppy, my turns were a mess, and my stamina ran out quickly. My abilities seemed to pale in comparison. Exhaustion was all I felt by the time I arrived at home. I pushed myself to keep up with everyone, but I overdid it. I did not want to go back.
Being so young I was too naive to understand that the situation I was in was only temporary. The stress I put on myself drained and exhausted me. I noticed myself changing: I become thinner, I looked more tired and worn out and I struggled to sleep every night. It seemed as if no matter how hard I tried I was always unhappy. I kept asking myself if what happened to me was my fault.
It such a magical thing to work on stuff and rehearsal just to perform in front of a audience seeing them smiling and clapping because they enjoyed the show. As a actor those experince are the reasons why I do thThe best experience I had since joining theatre was when I performed for the audience then I see and hear people, smiling and clapping because they enjoyed our performance. These experience and wonderful memories are the reasons why people do theatre and the families we make forever long lasting
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